Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wire. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Faust,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
The Victims,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.